A
new beginning and broken trust bring two souls closer together at a time
neither expected. Time heals all things and time can also build a trust that
can open doors to that new beginning.

Jocelyn
needed a change. She took that change for herself and never expected to arrive
to this point in time. She finds more than a safe-haven. She finds herself a
new beginning.

Caine
master of what he surveys find that life will not always cave to his will.
Things seems to change for him when he spots Jocelyn. With time his trust
issues slowly heal and he begins a bond with an exceptional being. She brings
to him more than his need. She brings to him that fragile thread that ties
souls together.

I
got another good red form Bishop. This one will keep the pages turning and you
wanting a bit more. Caine and Jocelyn provide that something each were looking for
and darning not to dream of.

BLURB

A new beginning…

Fleeing from a relationship gone horribly
wrong, Jocelyn Frazier makes the choice to start a new life. If only her car
had gotten the memo. Stranded in the parking lot of what seemed to be a night
club, she walks into a world she never knew existed. A new job with room and
board are the answer to her prayers, but can she really outrun the ghosts of
her past or will they come back to claim her?

Broken trust…

Master Caine has just come out of a five-year
Master/sub arrangement after a bitter breakup. He spies the new barmaid
instantly, dismissing her as just another pretty face. When circumstances put
them in close proximity, his resolve to stay at a distance is put to the test.
He finds himself enamored by the curvaceous blonde. Soon the teacher becomes the
student and he learns that the gift of trust might just be the greatest
surrender of all.

Master Caine observed with interest
the new waitress that worked with Roxy at the bar. She was shy and not at all
used to life in the club. Her black corset and short micro skirt were tasteful.
He would give Roxy that. The girl’s expressions as she took in some of the
costumes of the patrons were comical.

A couple had come through, the leather
clad Domme leading a man dressed in nothing more than a dog collar and a
strategically placed genital cage, and he thought she was going to choke on her
own tongue. From time to time on his rounds as dungeon monitor, Caine caught
her observing the patrons in the spanking room, a curious look on her face as
if she were trying to comprehend why a person would do such a thing.

“She’s delightful,” Gage stated,
noting the direction his attention traveled. “The people love her and she’s
gotten more tips than all the other servers combined.” The hum of the club had
picked up over the last couple of nights and he’d been relieved at the influx
of people.

Caine shrugged. “Another pretty face.”
She seemed like any typical Texas girl. Blond hair, curves that filled out her
jeans nicely, and a pleasant disposition that defied logic. But in the corset
and microskirt—his cock stood up and took notice.

“True.” Gage eyed his friend askance.

“Did her background check come back
okay?”

“It did. She’ll be here about a week,
from what Linnet said.”

Gage paused, then added, “She’s been
abused.”

“How do you know?” But he’d seen the
telltale bruising on her face. It wasn’t hard to guess what had happened. No
doubt she was on the run from an ex. All the more reason to steer clear.

So why did he continually seek her out
every time he found himself in the main room of the club? It had been three
days and each evening he found himself staring at her like a proverbial lost
puppy.

“Linnet told me. Be careful, Hoss.”

“What do you mean be careful?”

“I know that look.”

“I have no intention,” he started to
say, and then realized it was a lie. He’d been relieved when he caught her
watching his performance during the public exhibition tonight and wondered what
her ass would look like stretched across his bench, the rosy pink kiss of his
paddle coloring her cheeks.

“I don’t know that she...”

“You wouldn’t know unless you ask.
Just keep in mind she’ll be heading to Houston for that modeling audition as
soon as she can get enough money to get her car fixed.”

“She’s a model?” His cock hardened at
the thought. He was definitely attracted to her. There was no doubt. And she
was a polar opposite of Riley.

“Just be careful, she’s fragile.”

“I’m not looking.”

“I didn’t say you were, but if you do
don’t hurt her. She’s been through enough.”

***

The corset was tight around her ribs
and she took a deep breath, trying to reign in the excitement of the night. Her
tables had been more than generous and, during a lull, she caught sight of something
happening in the stage area.

The first performance had been none
other than Master Caine and a volunteer from the audience. He had paddled the
squirming sub to a rosy pink puddle of feminine appreciation.

Her first reaction completely
surprised her and she almost dropped a tray of drinks as her heels wobbled. She
wanted to be that woman.

Her.

The more she read his books in the
gift shop, the more she wanted to be a part of his world.

“Do you want to watch?”

She turned to find the tall Dom standing
next to her. “What are they doing?” she asked.

“Her Dom is issuing a public
punishment.”

“And she likes that?”

“Why don’t you come and find out?” His
lips twisted upward into an inviting smile and she wanted more than anything to
take him up on it.

Erzabet Bishop has had a love affair with books since she first started reading. Just recently, she discovered that writing naughty stories was even more fun. She lives with her husband, menagerie of dogs and a mountain of books she is sure will crush her one day in her sleep.

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